The city wasn’t just a battleground anymore it was a snare. The sirens howled through the streets and echoed off the tall buildings like the cries of a dying beast. James knew he would have little time before the Syndicate closed in.
He guided the party through a labyrinth of alleys, the sound of their feet muted by the damp ground. Gripping her laptop to her chest, Lena breathed in an uneven rhythm, but she was determined.
“It’s out there now,” she said in a whisper. “Every journalist, every agency, every news channel let them try to suppress it, the backlash shall be unstoppable.”
James didn’t think she was lying, but he knew that the Syndicate wouldn’t fight fair.
Nathan slowed, looking back over his shoulder. “We need a plan, fast. When we keep running but we have nowhere to go, we
